Author Angela Aaron's Blog: 2014

Monday, December 8, 2014

Friends, Fun and Freebies! You're Invited...

Love Romance? Love Freebies? – Who doesn't! Join me on Facebook on Thursday, December 11th at 7pm pm EST where I will be doing an Hour long "Meet & Greet" as a part of the "Her Protector" multi-day, multi-author book launch hosted by fellow author and shamrock sister, Mary Moriarty. During this hour I will be doing games, Q&A about my books: "The Fire of Beltane,""Pleasure Island" and "A Mediterranean Affair" as well trivia about my soon-to-be-released Romantic Timeless Fantasy, "Shadowstone Legend- The Guardian." It's a chance for everyone ask questions about me, my writing, my characters and any other questions that have kept you up at night. Win eBooks, mugs, an Angel Aaron beach towel, signed bookmarks and Audible audio copies of "The Fire of Beltane" narrated by Hollie Jackson My web site is Answers to the trivia questions can be found on my web page.
Ebooks and Softcover copies of my books can be found at Amazon, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and Kobo.
Audio books can be found at Audible, Amazon and iTunes.
I'm looking forward to seeing you this Thursday evening!

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Now Available on Audio

Get swept away in a sizzling romantic adventure full of magic, mystery and danger.
Where the past is real, the impossible becomes possible and dreams come true…literally!

After a much anticipated wait, The Fire of Beltane has finally been released in audio format. Narrator HR Jackson knocks it out with her sultry accents and incredible performance.

"Ms. Jackson gives a total sensual performance. Her accents bring the characters to life."

You can hear a snippet on Angie's web page

Thursday, October 9, 2014

The Fire of Beltane Released in Audio!

I have a bit of news to share. The Fire of Beltane has been released on audio and ooooooh is it sexy! Narrator HR Jackson has done a wonderful job capturing the sexy accents of the characters and beautifully brings this contemporary/immortal fantasy romance to life. Sit back and relax with twelve + hours of action, magic and sizzling hot romance! You can hear a snippet of the farewell letter Aedan writes to Aislinn on my webpage: and you can hear a snippet of the prologue at Amazon.
It is available at Amazon, iTunes and Audible.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Book to a Film?

If List is a place where books are proposed for movies.
My The Fire of Beltane is up. I would appreciate if everyone could show some love and support for Aedan and Aislinn. Who knows what could happen. I dream big! VOTE HERE

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Heather Peters is in the Attic Today!

Hi Heather. Nice you could climb on up and join me in the attic today.

Hi, Angie! Thanks so much for letting me join you.

It’s great to have you here. Would you mind telling us a little about yourself so readers can get to know you?
What attracted you to writing?

Being an only child, Ive always found myself making up stories, and writing poetry as a teen. English, grammar and language were my favorite subjects in school, and when I fell in love with romance novels, I knew I had to write one of my own!

Can you tell us a little about what you do in your “off hours?” Any hobbies or other passions you like to explore?

I love to read, as well as cook and garden; I'm also a very devoted family gal; adore my kids, grandkids and try to spend a lot of time with them.

What’s your ideal writing environment?

A quiet corner of my office, no tv, music or distractions.

What’s your favorite way to unwind after a hard day on the keys?

I have to admit, I'm a couch potato, especially when I'm watching TV. Its my favorite way to unwind with a glass of sangria.

What kind of music do you find best serves your writing?

I normally do not listen to music when I write, and if I do, which is rare, its classical, especially Samuel Barber, Vivaldi, or Mozart.

What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done? Did it ever make its way into one of your stories, or is there any chance it will someday?

Sorry, I don't kiss and tell….lol

Do you have any current or forthcoming projects you’d like to tell us about?

I'm almost ashamed to say I have a minimum of six unfinished wips…but right now, I'm intensely looking over a vampire trilogy, tentatively called "The Dante Legacy" – 3 hot Italian vamp brothers, living in Italy and trying to protect a dark secret that threatens their existence – oh and it's erotic romance.

It’s been terrific having you here today. Before you go, do you have any parting advice or thoughts for our guests today?

Be disciplined, don’t give up, and it helps to have a support system.

Where people can find you.

Usually on Facebook: Heather Peters email:
Amazon Link

Thanks so much for having me ~ this was fun!!

Thanks for hanging out!

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Latest News! Angie to attend Las Vegas Book Signing.

Angela Aaron, along with several other notable authors will be joining Jimmy Thomas at the Preconvention book signing at Barnes and Noble Northwest.
Stop by and say hello.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Abigail Grey is in the Attic today!

Hello Everyone! I'm so excited for you to meet our guest today. Author Abigail Grey has graciously joined me in the attic today to talk about her work and life as an author.
Hi Abigail, thank you so much for coming. Pull up a trunk and make yourself comfortable.

What inspired you to write your book?
It was actually at the urging of a book club in which I participate. We are all avid readers, tending to focus a little more on the recent increase in erotic romance. I had a few pieces posted on a profile I have and had submitted two pieces to anthologies being edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, so they kept at me to put something out on my own.

Is there anything you found particularly challenging with this work?
The collection of short stories was difficult just because I didn’t know how to put it together. I’ve read collections, own a few, and I didn’t take the time I should have to really put it together. To this day I keep flipping through it with a hand to my head: “I should have started with this story, then did that one. I should have put this one here and that one there.” It’s a common issue, though, I hear.

What genre do you consider your book?
At first, I expected to release an erotic romance. Reading it, though, I would definitely categorize it as erotic… perhaps not exactly romantic. My writing tends to center more on the sexual acts than the emotions behind them. Perhaps it should be categorized as fetish or simple erotica?

What was one of the most surprising things you learned writing this book?
I wrote these stories over a very long period of years. It was interesting to me to look back at those I had written years ago and see how my personal style and tastes have changed.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
Actual books, this is my first. Short stories? Oh, hundreds. Very few of them are still in my posession, having been in notebooks, computers, cocktail napkins, etc., that I no longer have. My favorite tends to vary, dependent on my mood. “Broken”, a story in my “Quickies” collection, draws me back every once in a while. Currently I’m a little obsessed with my present project, so I try to avoid past stories that could color the mood of that one.

Do you have a favorite character in any of your books?
I’ll be honest, there is a bit of me in every main character, if they aren’t entirely me. I don’t know that I have them fleshed out enough to consider any of them favorites at this point.

Plotter or Pantser?
For the most part I just let the story go where it will once my fingers hit the keyboard. I recently shared a post on my Facebook that detailed this very thing: “Main Characters: You do everything you can to raise them right, and, as soon as they hit the page, they do anything they damn well please.” I’m pretty sure I have some idea of how I want this present work to end, but I have no idea what twists and turns we may take to get there.

Now for a couple of "Get-to-know-you" questions.

Morning Person? Or Night Person?
Night, totally… I will still be awake at one a.m., unable to sleep until I finish one last scene, whether it’s writing or reading.

What would we find under your bed?
Storage containers full of out-of-season clothing. And perhaps a random lost necklace, hair pins and my missing cuff.

What are your current/future projects?
I wrote a short story, inspired by an acquaintance, very loosely based on a Red Riding Hood and the Wolf style of story. Normally my inspiration stops after the initial scene, but this one kept going from half a chapter into six chapters.
Is there anything else you'd like to say to your readers?
Just a simple thank you. I’m starting out in this little world of writing for public consumption and I appreciate anyone who picks up my book, like it or not.
Where can readers find more out about you and your book?
I am on Facebook where anyone is welcome to add me for occasional updates. I also have a page on Goodreads that lists my current piece and the previous publication in “Only You” with Rachel Kramer Bussel.
My book is currently available through Amazon and on Kindle:

Thanks so much for joining me in the attic today, Abigail. I enjoyed adding you to my collection of good things.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Dana Stone is in the Attic Today!

Hi Dana. I really appreciate you taking the time to visit Angie's Attic today. I know you were rushed to be here so I am especially grateful for the chance to toss out a few questions to get to know you. Also, I can't wait to hear about your new book, To Catch A Billionaire.

How did you start your writing career?
I began writing around 2001, mainly due to being unable to settle on a book that caught my interest long enough to read it to the end. The plots seemed old, the characters scattered and witless, and frankly, while it could have been just my attitude (since it was during winter and I was snowbound), I decided to put my own characters to work and came up with my first book. I’d always been a story writer as a kid, but hadn’t really put pen to paper.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Hindsight is always interesting. Whenever I reread a book I’ve written that’s been published, I think ‘why didn’t I say or do this or that?’

What was the hardest part of writing your book?
I often find it difficult to keep the pace of the story going. When that happens, I know it’s time to hit the treadmill for an hour or to take a walk outdoors (weather permitting, of course). Invigorating those endorphins in my brain helps me to pick up the pace and keep it going.

Do you write an outline before every book you write?
As a pantser, I rarely write more than a sketch of the beginning, middle and end.
When the book takes a turn, as characters will do that to you, I adjust my story to fit the direction it’s taken. I do write a short synopsis for my publisher (and for me), though.

While you were writing, did you ever feel as if you were one of the characters?
I think writers tend to pull feelings or incidences from our own lives when we write, so it would be hard not to feel that way.

How did you come up with the title of your book?
It’s funny that you ask. I find it easy to come up with titles. Usually, I have my title before I have the story. The same thing happens with covers. When I wrote Murder on Spyglass Lane, J.M. Griffin I happened to be riding through a neighborhood in Florida with a friend of mine. I glanced at the street sign and saw Spyglass Lane. My friend and I rode the street, which just happened to border a golf course, and the story just came from that.

Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?
The cover for the Dana Stone novella, To Catch a Billionaire, was designed by Stands Alone Designs. Lyn Stanzione does spectacular covers and works hard to fit the cover to the story. Since my story takes place in an art gallery, she came up with designs depicting romance and framing. Instantly, I knew the cover fit the storyline perfectly.

Give us an interesting fun fact or two about your new book.
I visited a few galleries to get a sense of how they’re run and how the art is guarded. The I took writer’s license and wrapped the information around to fit my story.

What are your current/future projects?
Currently, under the pen name J.M. Griffin, I’m working on the Linty Dragon paranormal mystery series. As Dana Stone, I have another novel in the works called, Dragonwood Magic.

Is there anything else you'd like to say to your readers?
I always appreciate emails from my readers. They are kind and cheer me on when I need it most. Authors tend to be tough on themselves, second guess our decisions, and become overwhelmed by the timeline we work under. Even in indie-pubbing, we work with a schedule, which is more difficult than working under a traditional publisher’s deadline. I work under both and find the publisher’s deadline to be much easier, since I can’t postpone of extend my deadline.

Where can readers find more out about you and your book (webpage, blog, buy link, etc.)
Readers can catch up with me on my blog. I enjoy comments and input from them.

Thank you, Dana for joining me in the attic today. I thoroughly enjoyed getting a chance to know you and of course, adding you to the collection of good things in Angie's Attic.
Thank you for inviting me to stop by. I enjoyed hanging about with you here in the attic.

And now, before you climb down from the attic, how about a snippet from your book that will intrigue and tantalize us:
Chapter 1

Rain pelted the ground. It beat down on her fast and furious as she hurried up the road. Soaked to her skin, Erin swore under her breath. Why had she believed the repairman when he said the car was now in tip-top shape? What the hell was she thinking by trusting that he’d done his job correctly? To make things worse, her cellphone was deader than dead. Not that it mattered. There was no one to rescue her anyway.
Angered by her stupidity, Erin slogged up the driveway in full temper. The drive home from the gallery had been fine until the dashboard lights faltered. That was an instant before the car threw a seizure and abruptly died. She’d contact the repairman and give him a piece of her mind. The miserable twit.
She stamped up the front stairs and had just reached the door when it flew open. Mrs. Hardy ushered her inside as a clap of thunder rolled over the hills.
“My dear girl, you’re drenched. At least you’re home now. I was so worried. I’ve been watching for you. Come inside, before you catch pneumonia. Go get changed and come into the kitchen, I’ll have a nice hot cup of tea for you,” Mrs. Hardy ordered as she draped a heavy knit shawl around Erin’s shoulders.
Mollified by the care given to her by the woman who’d been with the Cameron family for more than twenty years, Erin’s temper abated.
“It’s cold for early June. Of course my car broke down a quarter mile from here and I had to walk. Then the rain started. I hurried as fast as I could, but by the time I reached the gates I was sopping wet,” Erin complained as she peeled off the dripping coat and handed it to Mrs. Hardy. Glancing down at her Kate Spade shoes, she saw they were ruined. The only part of the outfit that had survived the ravages of Mother Nature was her handbag. Even her suit was drenched beneath her coat.
“Miss Erin, you know the weather is unpredictable at this time of year, especially so near the coast,” Mrs. Hardy said. She hung the coat to dry and followed Erin upstairs to her bedroom. While Erin showered Mrs. Hardy took the dripping clothes away to dry them. After Erin donned a robe, she took the back stairs to the kitchen. Mrs. Hardy’s eyes lit up when Erin entered the room and she motioned toward the table set for supper.
Dry and warm, Erin slipped into the seat across from Mrs. Hardy’s place setting. A streaming cup of Earl Grey awaited her. Most evenings the two of them dined together as family. No fancy dining room with a table that seemed to stretch for miles and certainly no company to entertain. Guests were rarely invited to Cameron House. Not since her parents had passed away, that is.
“There was a call for you earlier,” Mrs. Hardy remarked while she ladled supper onto Erin’s plate. “Tristan Forsyth will call on you at the gallery tomorrow. He said he wishes to speak with you face to face. I told him you’d be unavailable, but he was quite adamant.” Mrs. Hardy passed Erin a serving of steaming hot chicken pot pie.
“He insisted, did he?” Erin remarked in her husky voice followed by a throaty laugh. “I’m sure he thinks he can waltz into my gallery and order me around like he does his little minions in Scotland and other parts of the world.” She snorted. “He’s in for a rude awakening now that he’s on American soil.”
Mrs. Hardy pointed to the food on Erin’s plate and said, “Eat your dinner before it gets cold, Miss Erin. I made strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert.”
With enthusiasm, Erin wolfed down the delicious fare while she wondered if she could best the man who thought he could take over her business. There was no time like the present to find out. Erin had been happy to send others like him packing and Tristan Forsyth wouldn’t be any different.
Interested to see how he’d approach her with an offer, she chuckled, finished her meal and sipped the tea as she waited for pie.
With her eyes twinkling, Mrs. Hardy asked, “Will Cam be handling Mr. Forsyth?”
Erin dipped her head in assent as she gobbled the scrumptious dessert. She’d swallowed a mouthful and then said, “She’ll give Mr. Tristan Forsyth just what he has coming to him. Make no mistake about it, Mrs. Hardy – we’ll win out. People who think they can buy my gallery for a mere pittance are quick to find out they can’t. Cam will make short work of him.”
“I read a more recent newspaper article about him than the last one we had. From the way he answered the interviewer’s questions, I’d say Mr. Forsyth is a bit of a rake. He’s a handsome fellow too,” Mrs. Hardy remarked with an unreadable expression on her face.
Erin had also seen pictures and agreed, but wasn’t about to admit that. It wouldn’t be the first time the woman had played matchmaker when she thought a man met the standards she alone had set for Erin’s love life.
“Mr. Forsyth is filthy rich, wealthier than rich, and enjoys persuading others to sell to him when they should know better. He owns famous galleries all over the world and exhibits what’s hot in the latest and greatest artwork available. By all accounts, he’s just plain bossy.” Erin grimaced as she considered how her alter ego, Cam, would handle him.
Cameron Boucher had come into being when Erin returned to Greenwich, Connecticut, straight from studying at Oxford University.
An only child of artistically inclined parents, Erin had learned the gallery business from the ground up. As soon as she was old enough to wander the rooms, watched over by her father and management, she’d found her calling. Erin’s relentless questions, one after another, had delighted her father. She’d wanted to learn the process behind setting up art exhibits and gauging authenticity of individual pieces, and he’d taught her. Erin was confident she knew the best way to present artists at openings, along with procedures for the ultimate promotion of their work. Erin had insisted she accompany her father when he’d met with famed, worldwide gallery promoters, and she’d absorbed a great deal.
“Your father would be proud of the way you represent the gallery, Miss Erin. Your mother, well, she’d want you to marry, have children and taste that side of life,” Mrs. Hardy said wistfully.
“I’m enjoying my life, more than ever. As Cam, I handle the business end of things and as myself, I show up for gallery openings and such. This way, Cam is aware of what’s happening in the day to day business, while I only have to wine, dine and smile at people like Tristan Forsyth, whom I could care less about.” Erin plucked her napkin from her lap and began to clear their place settings.
“Here, here, let me do that. I’ll take this away while you catch up on Mr. Forsyth’s latest interview,” Mrs. Hardy insisted, her short, gray-haired curls bobbing all over the place. “Besides,” she said with a chuckle, “Cam will need to be on her toes tomorrow if she’s going to take this guy on.” Mrs. Hardy stacked the dishes and gathered the remaining food.
On her way toward the door, Erin glanced back and asked, “What time did he say he was coming to the office? Meredith never mentioned anything specific when I was there earlier.”
Mrs. Hardy lifted a shoulder, “Mr. Forsyth wasn’t specific. He said he’d drop in later in the day. Maybe he wants to catch you off guard.”
“Mm, I’m sure,” she remarked and left Mrs. Hardy busily loading the dishwasher. As a housekeeper, there was no one better. As a longtime family friend and confidant, Erin couldn’t have asked for more. In the beginning Mrs. Hardy had encouraged Erin to keep Cam’s character in place, which was a surprise in itself. As of late, she had advised Erin to drop Cam and take her rightful place as director of the gallery. The woman might be on the right track.
Thoughtfully, Erin climbed the stairs and idly wandered toward her bedroom. Bold-colored drapes and bedding accented the softer hues of hard wood flooring and warm oak furniture. She lounged on the bottom of her bed and considered the upcoming challenge Forsyth presented.
Mesmerized by his green-eyed handsomeness in magazine articles presented to her by Mrs. Hardy, Erin remembered how his rough good looks had caught her immediate attention. And the shape of his lips made her appreciate him even more. She’d absorbed every detail of his features. Tristan Forsyth was just too good looking and rich, for his own good. That hadn’t stopped the rush of excitement she felt when she studied his photo and read about Mr. Forstyh’s life. He’d be a challenge, and by the reaction she’d had to his photo, the man would be a dangerous adversary if she weren’t careful.
What caused him to want the Cameron Gallery so badly? Why would he, an international gallery owner, want hers? By modern standards, her gallery was successful. She was desperate for money, and there was the poor return her recent investments produced. Erin’s finances hadn’t been an issue until the stock market took a nosedive a few months earlier. The market hadn’t fully recovered.
Settled in a soft wingback chair, Erin left a scathing message for the car repairman on his answering machine before she considered the fact that Meredith Blane, the gallery’s receptionist, had failed to mention Mr. Forsyth in their last conversation. Why hadn’t she told Erin he’d be stopping in? They’d spoken of the present exhibits, new ones lined up, and Erin’s other responsibilities. Not a word had been said about Forsyth.
When Meredith answered Erin’s direct question concerning upcoming appointments for her or Cam, she’d wondered if the woman still held something back. Had Meredith joined forces with Forsyth in his efforts to take over her business? If that were the case, Meredith would soon find she no longer had a job at the Cameron Gallery, or in any other.
Erin’s head ached. Massaging her temples with her fingertips, it occurred to Erin that she just might be jumping to the wrong conclusions.
Loyalty from her staff was of paramount importance to Erin. Using Cam as a good cover for Erin when it came to finding out what happened behind gallery doors, she remained abreast of what the gallery and its staff required. A regular owner might not truly know what their employees were up to, and that was most important. The television program, Undercover Boss, was a great example. She giggled at the thought of how those employers were surprised to find the good, the bad and the ugly that was going on under their very noses. Thanks to Cam, there was little Erin wasn’t aware of.
She’d left the reception area and met with William Stockton, her exhibit installation expert, who’d given her the rundown on upcoming exhibits and what she should know. The area with tightest security held extremely expensive and irreplaceable works. She’d been educated about those standards by her father. He’d explained who each artist was and their specialty. She’d asked about Gaugin, Renoir and Vermeil. Her father said they were long dead and buried. That’s when Erin had nicknamed the section the ‘dead and buried wing.’ Stockton and others had admonished her on more than one occasion when she’d referred to that well-guarded gallery section as such.
They’d strolled past seascapes, on through the watercolor section, and into the twentieth century wing before reaching the security guard who watched over famous paintings done by the old masters. The artwork in the ‘dead and buried wing’ changed every few months as work became available for showing or had to be returned. These works often came from private collections or were on loan from other museums.
Her thoughts of how she’d learned the business from the bottom up were replaced by thoughts of future exhibits. Despite tight financials, everything was in place for the next six months. Beautiful exhibits her father would be proud to have in the Cameron Gallery. These too, Erin pushed aside,
She drew her laptop onto her knees and tapped the ‘open’ screen. Within seconds, she’d scrolled though whatever could be found on Tristan Forsyth. She read it all and then visited the Forsyth website with its grandiose online gallery showing who was being exhibited where, and when. She even found a link to a recorded interview with the Mr. Forsyth. She clicked the play arrow and watched the way Tristan carried himself, his mannerisms and oh, those green eyes. Rich as emeralds… She took a deep breath and felt her lower parts warm each time he stared into the camera, as if he looked directly at her. His magnetism came through the lens and grabbed her where it counted. She decided Cam would have to be on guard to avoid falling victim to his charms and wit.

* * *

The full-length mirror reflected her outfit, makeup and wig. The familiar image gave Erin the confidence she depended on to meet the day’s events. Not only would she embark on a mission to save her gallery from what was likely to be a hostile takeover, she’d also meet the man who she’d heard would do anything to wrest it from her once he decided he wanted it.
Long, sun-streaked, ash blond waves surrounded Erin’s oval face. The look was a drastic change from her shoulder-length, dark-haired real self, which made it all the easier for Erin to hide her true identity. Tinted lenses turned her light purple eyes to a warm brown. A pair of tortoise-shell rimmed glasses completed the look. Two sports bras bound her breasts for a flatter appearance, covered by specially designed blouses she’d had tailored for the disguise.
Shoes, a favorite to shop for, weren’t Erin’s style. These were important to Erin’s overall costume and were flat and ugly. No Kate Spades for Cam. Erin slipped her feet into the shoes and viewed her attire. The plain pantsuit nicely denied her attributes. Inexpensive flat-soled shoes left her looking shorter than her five-foot-four inches, and the authentic hair wig finished her look perfectly.
Yep, she was ready for Mr. Tristan Forsyth. A throaty chuckle set Cam’s day off to a grand start.
“I’m leaving now, Mrs. Hardy. I’ll catch breakfast at Starbucks on my way to work,” Erin called as she crossed the foyer.
Mrs. Hardy popped around the corner, a dust cloth in one hand and furniture polish in the other. “You say that every morning. I do wish you’d consider ridding yourself of Cam and operate your fathers business as you should. You don’t need the disguise anymore. You need to reclaim the total you… I wish you’d try.” Mrs. Hardy sighed lightly and asked, “Will I see you for supper, or do you plan to wine and dine with Mr. Forsyth?”
“I’m not sure what time I’ll get back. Don’t wait for me just in case I’m late. Do save last night’s leftovers for me, though. As for Cam, well, maybe after Mr. Forsyth is out of our lives, I’ll dump her and confess to the staff.”
Mrs. Hardy nodded her approval. “George Flint called from the garage. He picked up your car and will fix it properly today. He was quite apologetic.”
“I called him last night. He’s not going to like me very much when I refuse to pay him twice for repairs he said he’d made the first time.”
“Now that you’ve cooled off, I know you’ll be kind. You always are,” Mrs. Hardy said as she watched Erin – a.k.a. Cam – leave the house and scoot toward the garage that housed a Volkswagen Jetta and a variety of fast, expensive, powerful cars.
Cam drove past the cast iron gates onto the less traveled road that went past the Cameron estate. The quick drive into town was no longer than if she lived on the outskirts of Greenwich instead of a few miles from the entrance to the Connecticut highway.
Singing to rock music, she pulled into the Starbucks parking lot on the outskirts of the city. A Jaguar XJ slid into the slot next to hers and idled there. With her sunglasses hiding her eyes and her interest, Cam glanced at the expensive sports car. The beauty of its lines and the powerful hum of the engine thrilled her. For Erin, cars were as important as an accessory, as handbags and shoes.
Inside the coffee shop, Cam waited for her usual latte and ordered a carrot cake muffin. She paid for the purchase and turned to leave, stumbling back as she plowed into the man behind her in the line. Close behind her. Too close.
The cup flew from her hands. The pastry bag crushed flat as Cam blundered against his hard body.
“Oh, excuse me,” she blurted and looked into Tristan Forsyth’s face. Though rattled, her skin warmed when she saw who she’d run into. The instant Erin looked into his eyes, so like those on the online video, she was lost.
“No, excuse me, lass,” he murmured, catching hold of her arms to steady her.
Her sunglasses had been knocked askew. Cam straightened them before brushing strands of hair back from her face. She smiled nervously. His accent and smile had disarmed her completely. “I didn’t spill my latte on you, did I?”
“Not at all. The cup landed a good distance away.” His brogue was distinctive, his deep dimples charming…and those eyes, well, they were all-seeing and oh, so sexy.
Jittery, she stepped away from his touch, and smoothed her suit. A staff member mopped puddled latte from the floor and off the shelves where it had splashed. Before she could think what to do next, she heard Tristan Forsyth say, “Lass, they’ve poured another drink for you.”
Cam turned, took the latte Tristan offered and mumbled her thanks. She glanced at Stuart, the clerk who generally had her drink ready when she walked in every morning, and smiled. “Thanks, Stuart. You’re a sweetheart.”
His thin face held a wide grin as he gave her a wink. “You’re welcome, Cam. See you tomorrow.”
Without another word to Forsyth, Cam strode to her VW and drove off as if the devil were on her rear bumper. She took the back streets and reached the gallery before even taking a sip of latte. All the while she worried over Forsyth’s ability to rattle her to the core and how he generated an unfamiliar sexual need in her, without even trying. His smile alone was enough to turn her bones to jelly. This attraction she felt for him had her rattled. How would she thwart his attempts at a take-over if she wanted to give herself to him and her body’s inclination was to tear off his clothes and screw the daylights out of him?
Heaving a sigh, she parked the Jetta and sauntered into the gallery by way of the employee entrance. Her desk phone rang as she entered her office.
“Good morning,” Meredith softly greeted her.
“So far it hasn’t been stellar, Meredith, but good morning. What’s up?”
“There’s someone here insisting on seeing Ms. Cameron. He refuses to make an appointment and Ms. Cameron isn’t answering her phone. Would you like to deal with him?” Meredith murmured into the phone.
Annoyed that her day was off to a bad start, Cam uttered, “Fine, I’ll be right there.” Cam flipped open her calendar, Christopher Medellin had an appointment to discuss his exhibit at ten. With a glance at her watch, Cam realized the man must have arrived early.
Cam swigged down a mouthful of latte and headed for Meredith’s reception station. She’d no sooner turned the corner when she choked back a yelp of surprise. Instead of Christopher Medellin, she gaped at Tristan Forsyth – so much for the predicted late afternoon meeting.
With determination, Cam summoned her courage and strode toward the duo. Meredith appeared flustered. Tristan walked to and fro, flicking his fingers as though he’d washed but not dried them. His body language showed his impatience.
She smiled and said lightly, “Can I help you with something?”
He swung toward her and his eyes widened with surprise.
“We meet again,” Cam said with a chuckle.
She watched as he looked her over from head to toe and she noted how his luscious lips tightened a tad.
“You aren’t Erin Cameron.”
With a soft laugh, Cam adjusted her glasses and said, “Right you are. I’m her assistant, Cam Boucher. Do you have an appointment with Ms. Cameron?”
He shrugged. “I figured she’d be here, so I just stopped in.”
Cam held her ground though his intense gaze left her uneasy. “Ms. Cameron won’t be in at all today. She has business elsewhere. What can I do to for you?” she asked. She glanced up at his face and all thoughts of work disappeared. He was just so good looking. Instead of sending him packing, she thought about what it would feel like to throw caution to the wind and invite him into her office. And slam him onto the top of her desk, rip his clothes off and having wild, passionate sex.
Steady, keep your mind on business.
Forsyth, as if he’d read her mind, stepped closer and asked, “Do for me? That depends. What are the options?” A good head and shoulders taller than Cam, he peered past her toward the gallery proper.
She turned and invited him to join her while she made the gallery rounds. She could smell the woody tang of his Bulgari Cologne. Sensual heat seemed to roll in waves from his body and wash over hers…
Cam struggled to stay focused on business. This man was her enemy, and would never be her lover. Though, he’d surely be a nice snack.
“Have you worked here long, Ms. Boucher?”
“It’s pronounced Booshay, but call me Cam. I’ve been here for quite some time. What’s your business, Mr. Forsyth?” she asked innocently.
“Then call me Tristan.” His flirtatious smile wasn’t lost on her, and again she struggled to keep her mind and wits on business.
Cam repeated, “And your business is?” They’d stopped before David Hatton’s “Coming Home” painting. Cam gazed at the soft hues that led to bold colors that drew the eye to it. The scene painted on the lower third of the canvas thrilled her every time she saw it.
“You display the work of many talented contemporary artists here. I’m impressed,” Tristan remarked as he swept his hand toward the work of Susan Elliot and Miya Ando.
“We do. These are but a few of the artists we have on display. They’re the newest additions to the gallery. Are you interested in acquiring some of them, Tristan?” Cam threw out the bait and waited to reel him in.
“I’d rather acquire the gallery itself,” he answered with sincerity.
Bluntly, she said, “It’s not for sale.”
His sly smile should have warned her, but Tristan’s sexual magnetism enveloped her. “That’s not what I’ve heard,” he said smoothly.
She smiled at his bantering tone. “What have you heard, Mr. Forsyth?” Cam wondered who’d said she’d be open to selling her family’s business, and why he’d believed it. Surely a man as worldly as Tristan would investigate the state of any business he wished to acquire.
“Tristan, please,” he said.
“Fine, Tristan, then. Where would you ever get an idea like that? This gallery has been in the Cameron family for generations and isn’t about the change hands now,” Cam said softly. Her husky voice was difficult to disguise. Only by speaking softly and at a higher pitch could she fool listeners like Forsyth. She persisted because he needed to know that to pursue this was useless.
But then, when he moved on to the next gallery area, Cam had a clear view of his long-legged stride, wide shoulders and the dark hair that touched the edge of his shirt collar. His suit jacket covered his butt but… Cam forgot about the gallery as she wondered if his ass was as tight as the rest of him.
Focus, now. The command pushed her errant thoughts away and grounded her.
“When will Ms. Cameron be available?”
“Not for a few days, at least,” Cam assured him. “As I said, she has other business to attend to at the moment.”
“Too bad, I’d like to make her an offer for this,” he said waving his hand to encompass all.
“The gallery isn’t for sale. Not now and not in the future. I’m sure. I can guarantee that I would be the first to know,” Cam ventured.
“Really? You know Ms. Cameron that well? She’d take you so thoroughly into her confidence?”
Apprehensive about his line of questioning, Cam took in his keen stare and nodded. “She most certainly would, since I handle the everyday running of this gallery.”
“Are you so sure? I have an assistant, but when I’m about to make a life-altering decision, I speak to no one until I’m comfortable with the ins and outs of what I’m considering.”
Wary that he might have caught on to the fact that Erin and Cam were one and the same, Cam sidestepped the issue with a shrug and glanced at her watch. “I must be getting back. I have an appointment in ten minutes, so if you’ll excuse me?”
His dark brows rose. “Go ahead, lass. I’ll take another look around. I’ll speak to, uh…” Tristan paused thoughtfully and then said, “Meredith on my way out.”
“That’s fine. I’ll be sure to tell Ms. Cameron of your visit when she calls in.” With that, Cam turned on her heel and left his range of vision. Once she’d entered the high-columned corridor, she leaned against a thick marble pillar and blew a sigh of relief. He hadn’t answered her question concerning what he’d heard, but even so he had sent her scurrying away like a frightened rabbit. Get a grip on yourself, or you’ll lose everything.
Unwilling to allow her thoughts to tumble one over another, Cam focused on her meetings with artisans. The day was filled to the brim.
She didn’t see Forsyth leave.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Elizabeth Morgan pens another wonderful, steamy read!

Truth or Dare is an exquisitely written, sexy nibble by author Elizabeth Morgan. Elizabeth once again demonstrates her talent for creating a well-crafted story that immediately pulls you in and doesn't let you go.

Dani is a typical independent, young woman, celebrating the acquisition of her new apartment with friends Kat and Benjamin, and some of her neighbors. Benjamin's brother, Cameron, however is one person she doesn't want to celebrate with- having already experienced a previous drunken encounter with Cameron that led to rejection and totally writing him off as the bad-boy to stir clear of.

Still, Dani finds it difficult to ignore the way Cameron makes her feel and finds herself goaded into a game of truth or dare with Cameron and a bottle of tequila.

What ensues is not only a sizzling encounter between Dani and Cameron, but also a resolution to the misunderstanding of their first encounter, prompting Dani to rethink her feelings about Cameron.

Ms. Morgan expertly captures the uncertainty of romantic rejection and intertwines it with the heat of attraction in a tantalizing push-pull game of "will they or won't they."

I loved this story, right up until my last sigh when it was over. Well done, Elizabeth!
You will not be disappointed, other than wishing it hadn't ended.

I would give this short story a "Three Flaming Heart" rating , "Sizzling"- Ranges from conventional lovemaking to explicit sex. For more info see chart at bottom of page.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Mark Alan Shaffer is in Angie's Attic today!

My guest in the attic today is one of the first people who gave my books a place on his facebook "shelf." I am now thrilled to give him a place on my blog. Join me in giving a big hello to Mark Alan Shaffer. Mark is a Science Fiction Author with two books under his belt. Come on up, grab yourself a trunk, get comfy and lets get to know Mark.

Howdy Mark, I'm so glad you could join me today. Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I grew up in a little town in Northeastern Ohio called Alliance. I have lived in different cities in Ohio, but I always came back to my home town, where I currently reside.

What inspired your writing career?

I always enjoyed reading Science Fiction, so with my active imagination I thought I would try it. I am inspired by different locations, pictures, People and music. I am especially inspired by Al Stewart. The song “Running Man” helped me to work on my new book “Mystery by the Bay.” Also on this project I am working with Author and Editor Nancy Medina, who I became friends with on Facebook.
Today, lets talk about Transference and Crimson Enigma, two books of the Enigma Series.

What inspired you to write this series?

The first book Transference was just a short story, I think I was inspired to write it by my Grandfather that was an inventor, and my Father that was a B17 Pilot.

The second book Crimson Enigma is a much longer book with sketches in it to help explain the story. The inspiration for it came more from people and music from the 70's.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

No, not the story. I think it stands very well just like it is.

Did you ever experience writers block? How did you get over it?

I would go for long walks, listen to music. Just do anything besides write.

How are you the same from your main character?

There is a lot of me in all the characters that I create.

Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it?

It was created by a Canadian Artist friend of mine named Angele Gougeon.
She did all the Artwork for Crimson Enigma.

What do you like to do when you're not writing?

I enjoy photography and making models of my story ideas.

Now for a couple of quick "get-to-know-you" questions.

What is your favorite restaurant and favorite dish?

I would have to say steak, chicken and ribs up at the Texas Roadhouse.

Do you listen to music when you write and what?

Yes, I do listen to music when I write. Over the years it has given me some of my best ideas. Al Stewart of course. And YES, ELP, Kansas and Doobies to name a few.

Do you write during the day or night?

Of course, day and night. I'm a writer!

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

An Astronaut.

What is under your bed?

Old VHS movies.

What do you wish I asked you that I didn’t?

I think we covered everything.

Any future projects in the works?

Oh yes, I am going to rewrite Transference to make it longer and add artwork to it as well. Also working on two other books in the Enigma Series- Mystery by the Bay and Megastar.

Is there anything else you'd like to say to your readers?

Crimson Enigma is available through, or I can get it for you at a special price.

Where can readers find more out about you and your book (webpage, blog, buy link, etc.)

Thank you, Mark for joining me in the attic today. I enjoyed adding you and your writing to my collection of "good things."
And now, before you climb down from the attic, how about a snippet from your book that will intrigue and tantalize us:

The story opens with two Agents from ISIS Space Station Security investigating malfunctions and possible sabotage at the United Space Agency’s newest orbital complex, The Freedom III Space Station. The investigators spend about an hour doing a routine safety check of the outer hull area. The Agents think they may have found something so they head back inside the station to check their findings with the lab. Moving into the clean room just inside the pressure hatch they begin to remove their space suits and stow their testing equipment.
As they remove their protective helmets the air lock of the sealed room explodes. Their environment was being sucked out into the emptiness of space and they could do nothing to stop it. It was all the two Agents from ISIS could do to not be swept away with their air and anything else that was not nailed down.
They tried to hang on to the contours and projections on the wall but they both knew what the out come would be. As painful as it was Christine Walters could not help watching her partner and friend as he was wrenched from the once safe confines of the Station out into the vacuum of space. There was very little that she could do for him as he floated farther and farther away. Eventually Agent Walters strength ebbed away and she resigned herself to the same fate as her partner and released her hold on the Station. She thought of Mitch Hawkins, a dear friend of hers, and the words left unsaid as she drifted away from the Freedom III Station.

For her there was only darkness…

“Crimson Enigma” can be found on and
This Author can be found on Facebook and contact him at: and also on his Online Bookshelf.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Sarah Ballance is in the Attic today!

When I first became a writer, a very gracious person spent a lot of time and numerous emails giving me the ins and outs of publishing and promotion. Sarah holds a very special place in my heart for her kindness and I am thrilled to be able to repay her with a chance to promote her latest release. Please join me in welcoming Sarah Ballance to the attic today. Come on up and take a seat, Sarah. I'm so glad you are here today. I'm excited to learn more about your latest release.

Thanks you for having me. I’m here to chat up HER WICKED SIN, a historical romance that takes place during the Salem witch trials. The story behind this book could NOT be any crazier. I noticed Salem stories on Entangled’s Scandalous (historical romance) submissions page while looking for something for a friend. I’m just fascinated by the Salem witch trials, so I told my editor I should *one day* write a Salem romance. I had no idea she’d take me seriously, much less that she’d tell me to go ahead and write a proposal. I freaked out—I’d never written a word of historical in my life—and flailed a little, but I wrote the first three chapters and sent them in. The book was contracted, at which point I *totally* panicked…and then wrote the rest.

Is there anything you found particularly challenging with this work?

Oh, gosh. At first I thought it would be the research, but I quickly learned it was the misconceptions. I mean, not only did Puritans actually have sex, but they had premarital sex…enough of it that 20-40% of brides were pregnant on their wedding days! I worried no one would believe me, lol. I also learned a lot of the “facts” about the witch trials were not true, and I had to figure out how to present them with historical accuracy without making it look like my book was full of wrong information. And I had to do THAT without writing a history textbook. WHEW.

What genre is HER WICKED SIN?

HER WICKED SIN is a historical romance, but I also write contemporary and supernatural romance and romantic suspense.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned writing this book?

Puritans aren’t so puritanical. Not only was sex so important to them that they could divorce over an unsatisfactory sex life, but they also got their freak on with the Natives and affairs were quite common. There’s even a documented Puritan orgy!

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

I’ve now completed 11 books and didn’t even realize that until you asked, LOL. I have two more contracted but not yet written, but out of those I’ve finished I think HER WICKED SIN might be my favorite. I went so far out of my comfort zone to write that book, and I’m proud of myself, dang it!

Do you have a favorite character in any of your books?

Oh, gosh. I love and hate them all, lol. I think Gage from my upcoming Samhain release FORSAKEN belongs at the top of my list. He’s got a wry sense of humor and just can’t resist giving the heroine a hard time. He’s so much like my husband it’s scary. 

Does this character share anything in common with you?

Not so much me, but the banter, humor, and endless character jabs are straight out of my relationship with my husband. We’ve been giving each other a hard time for over eighteen years now, and it’s just fun to see that same vibe in FORSAKEN.

Wow, thanks for the glimpse into the writer, Now for a couple of quick "get-ta-know-ya" questions for a glimpse into Sarah:

What is your favorite meal?

Anything spicy. OMG, I love anything that makes the rest of my family cringe and run in terror!

What songs are most played on your Ipod?

I have all of Jason Aldean’s albums on one playlist and I listen to it endlessly.

What question do you wish was on the list? Your answer?

Actually, I could have done without the food question. Now I’m craving chiles rellenos and jalapenos, LOL!

What are your current/future projects?

AN UNEXPECTED SIN, book two in the Sins of Salem series, releases in April from Entangled Scandalous. I have a contemporary romance releasing from Entangled’s Indulgence line this summer, and this fall book three of my Salem series will release. The aforementioned FORSAKEN will be out in September with Samhain, and I have another romantic suspense coming late this year from Entangled Ignite.

Is there anything else you'd like to say to your readers?

You guys are the reason I do it. Thank you for reading, always.

Where can readers find more out about you and your book?

Barnes & Noble

And where can readers find out more about YOU?

Sarah, I've had a blast talking with you today. Again, thank you so much for joining me in the attic today.
You will always be one of my very special "good things."

And now, before you climb down from the attic, how about a snippet from your book that will intrigue and tantalize us:

HER WICKED SIN (Sins of Salem – historical romance)
He borrowed another deep breath, this one pulling over the flesh of her neck in a soft, needy moan. “I fear you will withhold me, lovely Lydia. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I want nothing more.”
She barely managed the words before his lips found her skin and nearly sent her wilting to her knees. The fire might have jumped from the hearth for the way his touch kindled an unbridled heat deep within, but she held fast to her cause, maneuvering by feel when she could no longer see her ministrations.
They were fully pressed now, she and Henry, with his body hot and hard. Though his height bested hers, they seemed to fit as one when she looked upon high, baring her neck to his attentions. She fought for the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, and when he finally broke from his kisses it was to rip free of his top garments. The barrier shed, he returned to their closeness without hesitation, filling his hands with her hair and guiding her position so he once again had access to her flesh.
She felt raw with her need, but not at all wounded from past scars. Her fingertips raked his back, and she marveled at the strength she had not yet seen—at the rise and fall of tightly formed muscle under smooth skin. Her mind wandered lower, and though she dared not risk the barrier of his breeches, the thought of what awaited left her undeniably shaken.
“I wish to know you as my wife,” he said, his words a coarse and desperate whisper.
“Then you shall,” she replied, her words a breathy promise, the consequences of which she would neither consider nor deny.

Want more? Click here for the extended excerpt.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Katy Regnery is in the Attic Today!

Come on up, pull up a trunk and join me in greeting the latest guest to visit Angie's Attic, Katy Regnery. Katy is an award winning romance novelist from New England. Welcome Katy, I'm glad you could join me today. I'm excited to learn a bit about you and the books you've authored.

First can you tell us a little about your books?

Oooo! This trunk is so comfy! Hot tea and cookies, too? Don’t mind if I do! Thanks for having me up here today, Angie!

I love talking about my books so thanks for asking! I have two series that I am currently writing: Heart of Montana, published by Boroughs Publishing Group, is a sweet, contemporary, mostly-closed door series set in a small town in Montana. Enchanted Places, which I self-publish, is a much hotter contemporary series wherein love stories are linked by siblings who fall in love at castles, estates, and other “enchanted” places.

What awards you have won and for which of your books?

My first Heart of Montana novel, By Proxy, took first prize in the 2013 Maine RWA Everything but the Kitchen Sink contest, second prize in the 8th Annual Dixie Kane Memorial contest and third prize in the 2013 NTRWA Great Expectations contest. The second book in my Heart of Montana series, Midsummer Sweetheart, took second place in the 2013 RWA of Alaska Break-Up contest. The third book in my Heart of Montana series, See Jane Fall, took third place in the 2013 Heart of the West contest. My short story, “The Long Way Home,” was recently selected by Sylvia Day to appear in the first RWA Anthology – that was my first national “win.”

When did you write your first book and how old were you?

I wrote my first book in August 2012 and finished it two days before my 40th birthday.

Do you write an outline before every book you write?

Yes, or a synopsis. I am mostly a pantser after I write the outline or synopsis, but I need a little bit of planning to get the show on the road!

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

All of my research is done on-line. I stare at Google Maps for hours on end! LOL! Ideas come from all sorts of places…last summer I visited Boldt Castle in upstate New York and by the time I left, the idea for my Enchanted Places series was solid in my mind.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I LOVE writing text message banter, so all of my books are starting to have text-message scenes in them. What’s interesting is that many reviewers and bloggers are catching on to this now, and it’s becoming a sort of trademark that they look for!

Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?

My intended audience for Heart of Montana is anyone over the age of 16 who likes a love story: teenagers, adult women, older ladies. I have a surprising number of male readers, too!

My Enchanted Places books cook at a higher temperature, so I’d really only recommend them to readers over the age of 18. My stories are emotionally-driven and pretty intense, with a fair share of introspection. They move quickly, but I try to offer readers a thoughtful story.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

It’s imperative to have a thick skin if you’re going to try to make it as a writer, so join a critique group before you ever submit your work to an agent or publisher. Make sure you’re open to constructive criticism. Make sure you can “take it” when people dislike your writing and/or style. Reviews can be brutal and you can’t wallow – you have to be tough enough to take it, or it can sap all of the joy out of the profession.

Do you hear from your readers? What kinds of questions do they ask?

Yes! I have a big presence on social media – over 9,000 Twitter followers and almost 2,500 Facebook fans. I LOVE talking to my readers! Mostly they get in touch with me to share that they enjoyed a story I’ve written and ask for more. They don’t actually ask me many other questions, but a lot of my readers like to share about their own lives with me!

Now for the quickie "get to know you better" questions…

What are your favorite TV shows?

Oh, my gosh! How much time do we have?! Nashville, Bitten, Downtown Abbey, Banshee, Boardwalk Empire, Game of Thrones, The Americans, Orange is the New Black, Parenthood, True Blood, Vikings, Ray Donovan, and Bunheads.

What music do you listen to?

It varies from book to book. Right now I’m listening to some Tracy Chapman, Lauryn Hill, and a lot of music from the cast of “Nashville.”

Quick…one look. What is under your bed right this moment?

Nothing! Wow! I’m neat!!

Thanks for playing along with the silly questions.

Of course – good times!

What is your current projects and/or future projects?

I am currently working on What Were You Expecting?, Heart of Montana #5. I have a contract deadline for June and a personal deadline for April. We’ll see how I do! After WWYE, I’ll be working on the next two books in my Enchanted Places series: Restoring Love at Bolton Castle and Risking Love at Moonstone Manor. I love my HoM books, but I must admit, I’m excited to get back to the heat of my EP series!
Is there anything else you'd like to say to our guests?
Please check out my books and I LOVE hearing from my readers, so be sure to stop by my blog, Twitter or Facebook and say HELLO!
Where can readers find more out about you and your books:




Buy link for Playing for Love at Deep Haven, Enchanted Places #1:

Buy link for By Proxy, Heart of Montana #1:

Buy link for Midsummer Sweetheart, Heart of Montana #2:

Thank you, Katy for joining me in the attic today. I enjoyed adding you to my collection of good things.
Thank you so much for hanging out with me today and HUGE THANKS to Angie for having me up to the attic! Happy to say it’s spider and web free and this trunk has been super cozy!
And now, before you climb down from the attic, how about a snippet from your latest book that will intrigue and tantalize us:
Sure! But remember, this is totally unedited so BE KIND!

Excerpt from What Were You Expecting? Heart of Montana #5:
Maggie’s heart felt brick-heavy sitting next to Beck by the bonfire. He was trying his best to make conversation with her, but it was no use. She could barely give him monosyllabic answers. To see Nils’s face—full of unguarded joy and hope to see her—slip into cold darkness on a dime had taken all of the fun out of the celebration and all she wanted to do was go home. She didn’t want to risk running into him again, that was for sure. She needed to go home and cry for hours and then get her head on straight before she saw him again.
Her eyes welled with frustration and sorrow. She swiped at them then pushed up from the blanket. “Beck, you mind if we get goin’?”
He stood up beside her, dusting off his hands on his pants. “Whenever you’re ready.”
The lump in her throat was so thick, she worried she’d cry when she said good-bye to Mr. Lindstrom and Lars, but she couldn’t very well leave such a nice party without saying “thank you.”
“I’m just goin’ to go inside and use the bathroom first,” she said.
I’ll splash some cold water on my face, give myself a firm talking-to, then come downstairs and say my good-byes. She looked over at the long table that sat mostly in darkness. Nils would still be eating his dinner. She took a deep breath and turned toward the house.
With every footstep, her mind pestered her with questions: Is that how friends look at each in greeting? Why’d he look so mad about Beck’s arm around you since he practically threw you at Beck on Thursday?
She stomped up the steps, opening the screen door too forcefully, then wincing as it slapped against the wall of the porch then flew back and slammed shut.
Calm down, Maggie.
Rubbing her burning eyes, she walked quietly through the living room and dining room, to the stairs beside the kitchen. As she headed upstairs, she looked at the pictures on the wall: Nils and Lars grinning in snowsuits with goggles perched on their blond heads, all four Lindstrom children sitting on a boulder somewhere in Yellowstone, Jenny on her wedding day, Erik on his. About two steps from the top, she reached out and gingerly touched a photo of Nils holding Erin against his chest as he sat in a recliner, his eyes closed as the tiny infant dozed.
“You came here with Beck.”

Sunday, February 16, 2014

In love with love.

I was a recent guest on "The Muse Charmer" blog on Valentine's Day. Here is what I had to say:

A very happy Valentines Day to you.

Some say music that is the universal language, but I’d argue that it is love. Every one of us from the beginning of time has felt the stirrings of love. Love crosses every culture and ethnic boundaries and has never changed in thousands of years. Love is a powerful thing. People have conquered countries, sacrificed and killed for love. When we feel love, we feel it deeply and this feeling moves us into action.

“Romance is being in love with love.” I adore this quote. Who can’t remember their first teenage crush and how it consumed every waking moment of life? That feeling that your whole world revolved around another person who made you feel something you’d never felt before was the most incredible feeling. The skin tingling sensation that totally consumes you when that person is near is so breathtaking. Hearing the proverbial fireworks upon your first kiss, only to realize it was probably the beating of your own heart. Wow. I love how that feels. I’d like to capture that feeling and bottle it. Oh wait…that’s what romance novels do. They in essence capture those very sensations and give us the chance to relive those romantic experiences. Romance makes us feel good.

Those addicting little endorphins that romance produces, the excitement and adrenaline rush are exactly the sensations I love to manifest with my writing.

I want to be swept off my feet as two unsuspecting or reluctant people find love against a variety of challenging backdrops. I love to watch them fall in love and overcome insurmountable obstacle to be together. I love to sigh, smile, cheer my characters on when I put fingers to keyboard, and create those moments repeatedly with each story I create. I love to fall in love over and over.

“Romance is being in love with love.” Oh yes it is and so much more. Romance makes the every day dole drums tolerable, it sweeps us away to distant worlds and allows us to escape or live an adventure we wouldn’t necessarily have. Romance allows us to be caught up in something universal, something that transcends time, and something that makes us feel hopeful.

And that my friends is a powerful thing and why I write romance. Celebrate Romance! Happy St.Valentine’s Day.


Saturday, February 8, 2014

Elizabeth Morgan is in the Attic today!

Hi Elizabeth,

I'm so glad you were able to join me in the attic today. I can't wait to hear all about your new release but I have a few other questions for you, first.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

Well, ignoring the fact that I have always enjoyed keeping scrap books where I would write down my fave poems, and parts of stories, and then draw pictures all the way around them . . . Every now and again – starting with Primary School – I’d get assignments to write little stories, which I kinda enjoyed.

I had a fan fiction website based on the British band Busted – what? They were good - when I was 14 where I would write serials for people to read, and that progressed when I got to college and as part of my course I would have to write scripts, which then lead to me attempting a book, and well . . . here I am. 

So, I guess you could say it was a slow growing interest since childhood.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

To be honest, the way things were last year it was simply finding the time to continue and finish this particular story, Truth or Dare? Life has a fun way of changing your plans.

Are your character's experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

No, I never base any of my characters on people I know, though I do on occasion pinch their names if I’m stuck and they fit the characters. As for events . . . sadly no. lol My life is not that . . . adventurous, or interesting I’m afraid.

What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?

I’m afraid this was one of those stories that didn’t require any form of research. It was just a fun and sexy idea that was inspired by an episode of The Big Bang Theory; the one where Penny and Lenard drink tequila. ;-P

What is your writing process? Do you follow a regular routine?

I write what I can, when I can. I have no routine, but I do try to make as much progress as possible even if it is just adding another 100 words. It all adds up in the long run.

Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they?

It sounds very cliché, but all I can say is never give up. Don’t give up on your story. Don’t give up if your book gets rejected. Everyone has different taste. Someone will love your story as much as you do.

What do you do to unwind and relax?

Unwind? Relax? What on earth do you mean? Lol

I guess it’s just the usual stuff; curl up with a book, sit and watch a film, zone out in a bubble bath.

What question do you wish was on the list? Your answer?

I have no idea lol so if there is a question anyone would like me to answer, just post it in a comment and I will. 

What are your current/future projects?

I am currently going through the first two books in my Blood Series as I plan to self-publish them this summer. I did plan

to start on the untitled second book, but then I saw Decadent Publishing’s new submission call, Beyond Fairytales, and there

was no way I could ignore it. So, after I have read and tweaked book 1 in my Blood Series, I will be working on retelling an

assigned fairytale.

Is there anything else you'd like to say to your readers?

Thank you for your continual support. Thank you for buying my books, and taking the time to leave reviews, which are more helpful than you could possibly imagine. Just thank you. I do hope you enjoy my stories. 

Where can readers find more out about you and your book?

Twitter: @EMorgan2010
Blog: (Shared with Dianna Hardy):

Thank you, Elizabeth for joining me in the attic today. I enjoyed adding your book to my collection of good things.

Thanks for having me over, Angela. I like what you’ve done with the place. 

And now, before you climb down from the attic, how about a snippet from your book that will intrigue and tantalize us:
Sure. 

Truth or Dare? Excerpt:

“Fine, I will take a dare.” I glanced at Ben. “What do you want me to do?”
A wicked grin spread across his lips. It was almost as sexy as his brother’s. “I want you to lick salt off Cameron, and then take the lime from his mouth.”
He had to be fucking kidding. “What?”
“You heard the man.” The amusement ran clear in Cameron’s voice.
An idiotic bout of nerves skipped through me. “And do I dare ask where I will be drinking the tequila from?”
Ben’s gaze flicked to Cameron, who I couldn’t bring myself to look at. Holding up my hand, I cut Ben off before he suggested anything else.
“Never mind. I’ll do it.” Untangling my legs, I slid off the sofa, levelling a look at Cameron.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head, and my mouth dried at the way his six-pack rippled with each movement. He was solid, perfect. His skin was a healthy bronze. A fine dusting of dark hair ran from his navel and crept down into his jeans. I couldn’t help but follow the teasing path with my gaze….
“See something you like?”
Did I ever. I hated to admit it, but he was the kind of guy you just wanted to lick—well, anything off of.
“Nope. I’m just wondering why removing your top is necessary. Scared I’m going to spill my drink on your T-shirt?”
His lips turned upward. “Man told you to lick salt off me, but he didn’t say where you would be licking the salt from.”

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Truth or Dare?


Do you dare tell the truth?

A tequila fuelled game of Truth or Dare is not Dani’s idea of fun, but when Cameron, the jerk who rejected her a year ago is the one provoking her into playing, how can she say no? Not that he’s giving her the option in the first place.

Bravado compels her forward, but when the dares get physical and their friends leave them alone, Cameron’s questions turn to her feelings for him, and unfortunately, lying is not part of the game.

Will a dare give Dani the courage she needs to tell Cameron the truth?

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Saturday, February 1, 2014

Great Review for Pleasure Island Audio Version on Amazon

5.0 out of 5 stars A treat for your ears! February 1, 2014

Format:Audible Audio Edition
By L.E.
I’m new to audio books, and although I love being able to hold a story in my hand, I have to say I fully enjoyed the experience of having a story told to me.

I was a child who enjoyed being read bed time stories. There was something wonderful about being cosy and listening to my mother’s voice as she did the voices of the characters. Not that my mother ever read me anything like this, of course she didn’t, but there is something nice about listening to someone else get into a story, and kinda make it their own.

Firstly, the story itself was extremely hot and fun. Angela Aaron certainly has a way with words and boy, does she know how to write a sexy story. Her men were delicious, especially the main character, Ryan; sweet yet dominant, a gentleman and yet, well, a sex god, most definitely my cup of tea.

Cassie is a very realistic heroine. She is understandably hesitant when she first arrives to the Island, and I can’t say I’d blame her, not with her history, and certainly because taking a leap into something outside your comfort zone is a big deal, but she does, and I can assure you she doesn’t regret it.

The story is about tow people letting their guards down, opening their hearts, and having one hell of a sexy adventure.
Back to the audio side . . . well, take this fabulous story and hand it to a lady with such a captivating voice and man are you in for a treat. Elizabeth Powers has a fabulous voice. It’s smooth and steady, and she punctuates the words perfectly, capturing the mood of each scene and the characters, and the best part; she does the voices! She does accents. If a character yawns, she yawns . . . I loved that.

Yes, I imagine those of you who have listened to a lot of audio will be rolling your eyes right now because you probably know all this, but I just thought it made the story all the more fun.

All in all, Pleasure Island is a fabulous, sexy read that will have you hot under the collar. The characters are great, and believe me you will sooo be wishing this Island existed by the time you reach the end. I know I did.

As an audio story . . . Get cosy, get yourself a glass of wine or a mug of hot chocolate, and settle down for an evening that will make you forget all about this wet, windy, and freezing weather we are having.

A Class for New Writers

A writer friend is offering a must have class for new writers or anyone that is finding themselves without a publisher. Having personally gone through the legal battle of getting rights back, I wish I had this information in the beginning of the mess. Unfortunately, in the ebook publisjhing this is an all true reality. Thanks Mary for offering this.

Registration Open: You Have Your Rights Back. Now What? (A class)
One of the most anxiety-inducing things an author can go through is having a book go suddenly out of print. Even when an author requests and receives rights back, taking a book from "out of print" to "on sale" can be a hair-raising endeavor. Let an experienced author, one who has seen two publisher closures and taken control of numerous titles as contracts allowed, guide you through the process. During this week-long class the question, "You have your rights back. Now what?" will be answered with proven information that can help you keep control of your work. Because let's face it, with publishers closing and more authors deciding the hybrid career path is right for them, it pays to know what to do when you have your book back, regardless of circumstances.
This course will cover:
• DAY ONE: When rights fall. Dealing with publisher closures and release of rights. What do you need to know? Are you ready to self-publish? Why it's not a good idea to give the book to another publisher until you've done your research.
• DAY TWO: Options and opinions. The many ways you can utilize your book from serials to self-publishing and beyond. What is best for you and your book? How do you know you're on the right path?
• DAY THREE: Finals and Formatting. Does the technical aspects make your head spin? Ways to get around that? How to hire and how do you know if they're any good? Scheduling to save your sanity is also covered.
• DAY FOUR: Leveraging your newly re-released book for maximum sales. How to make everything old new again. And how to use it to increase visibility for your current works.
• DAY FIVE: Final frontiers. Where do you go from here?
Class Begins February 24, 2014 and the Cost is $10

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During this course, you'll have the opportunity to ask someone who has been there the questions you need to ask. Find support and the courage to take control of your work. Be prepared for when the unexpected happens. Or simply gain knowledge so you can go forward knowing what's best for you and your career.
About the instructor: Mary Caelsto has been published for over 10 years with some of the best and biggest digital-first publishers in the industry. She's narrowly escaped two publisher implosions with her work intact and works to help others avoid the same fate and take control of their books and their careers. Currently, she writes for a select handful of publishers (using a couple pen names) and self-publishes, crafting a hybrid career that gives her freedom and flexibility.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

The lovely Ella Jade is in the Attic today.

Thanks so much for hosting me today. I’m please to announce the release of my very first paranormal romance. This idea has been in my head for several years so to finally see it on the pages is a dream come true for me. I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with.

A love that transcends time…
As her 25th birthday approaches, Riley Sparrow begins to dream of a handsome, intriguing stranger. Each night the dreams get more intense and the stranger starts leaving her clues to his whereabouts. The dreams always end in a whisper…
Find Me.
Riley has denied her birthright her entire life. She descends from a strong line of witches and warlocks, but she's refused her powers up until now. With the help of her estranged grandfather she learns that her mystery man is from the past and his life is in danger. Will her grandfather help her travel back to 1963 to save the man she believes she's meant to be with? A man she knows nothing about but feels a strong connection to.
If she finds him, can she save him from the evil that haunts them both? By securing his past, she knows there can never be a future for them in her time.
Content Warning: contains sensual sex scenes

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Riley closed her eyes and let the heat of the water engulf her tired muscles. Resting her head against the bath pillow, she cleared her mind. The steam seeped out from the bubbles and swirled around the room. Soon the mirror and windows were fogged and a scented mist surrounded the bathroom, creating a relaxing atmosphere. A week’s worth of sleepless nights had taken their toll and Riley drifted off.

The squeak of the faucet and the silence that followed distracted her tranquil thoughts. She opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the tub looking at her. For a moment, she felt self-conscious. She glanced down and discovered her body covered in thick, white bubbles. He couldn’t see anything but the tops of her shoulders, neck, and face.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was afraid the water would overflow.”
“Am I awake?”
He shook his head. She noted his green eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting of the bathroom.
“Well, then how—”
“It’s complicated.” His thin, pink lips formed a small smile. “I can’t explain now.”
“Why not?”
“There isn’t enough time to make you understand while you’re in your current state. We need much more time. You can get that for us.”
“Are you real or am I crazy?”
“I’m very real, just stuck between realms. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” He slid off the side of the tub and knelt down on the floor. “I’m afraid I can’t stay very long. I keep trying to figure out how to increase the length of my visits but nothing seems to work.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You will.” He reached for the clip in her hair. “May I?”
She nodded.
Once he’d freed her hair from its confines, he smoothed the damp locks out with his hand. “I like when you wear it down. It’s so pretty.” He continued to stroke her hair. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember.”
“How do you know me?” She shifted her position to face him. She breathed in his crisp scent. He smelled of spice, maybe a hint of cinnamon.
“I…” He trailed off when his gaze caught her exposed breasts. He looked lost in a distant memory.
When she’d turned to face him she’d upset the bubbles shielding her. Her nipples hardened as she watched him take in her flesh. She no longer felt embarrassed.
“I have to go.”
“You keep leaving me. I don’t like it.” Each time he left, he took a small piece of her with him.
“That’s why you need to find me.” He leaned forward. “I know you can. You’re very powerful.” He brushed his lips against her mouth. A rush of warmth coursed through her and settled between her legs. “Find me, Riley.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering a second longer than usual. She took the opportunity to run her tongue along his soft lips. “Find me now.”
“How?” She wanted more than anything to find this man. “What do I need to do?”
“Tucker…” he whispered.

Riley slipped off the bath pillow and under the cold water. She quickly sat up and looked around. The bubbles had evaporated into the freezing water.
Did she turn the faucet off? Or did…
I must be crazy.
She thought for a moment. Her mystery man had left her a big clue tonight. Now she needed to figure out what Tucker Sparrow had to do with any of this. It looked as if she would be paying a visit to a man she hadn’t seen in a decade.

About Ella

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

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